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 Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 11:14 pm
Mistveil Manor
A sprawling series of buildings, the largest being the Main House. Beyond that rests the Barn, Boat House, and a small watch tower near the water's edge. Located on the edge of the Pearline Lake, at this land's back rests a small mountain range which when paired with the lake water gave this place its name. Most nights, and perhaps a few mornings, the area is blanketed in Mist. This place is owned by Keigo Wraven.. Few realize there is a direct security web connecting it to Lostledge Estate, or that the local name for this place is 'The Asylum' due to it's owner's odd habits.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 1:20 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Az r a e l Ri l u k a ┣
LOADING PLEASE WAIT...... ████████████████] 99% xx₪xxThe "Cursed" Onexx₪xx"The Demonic Flute"xx₪xx"The Dancing Assassin"xx₪xx"The Dancing Demon"xx₪xx"The Child Prodigy" "We are just ordinary people driven to revenge...x x x
...in the name of "Justice"x x x
....then that "Justice" breeds yet more revenge....x x x
...this then forms a chain of Madness."x x x The day was an average, glorious, and most relaxed. This day had an atmosphere of a great impassion of verexity. It was said to so beautiful that even one would be able to hear the birds chipper away to some frantic melody that they have just brainstormed. When all seemed normal, something abnormal began to happen.
Pulling up on the driveway was an enormous white truck. This truck was a standars white, four-door cargo truck. There had been mud slpattered all around the edge. This led to the feel that this truck had indeed a harsh journey to get where it needed to go. The truck would eagerly go all the way up upon the driveway until it reached the end. Once the tuck had reached the end, the truck was placed in park.
After a beat of silence, two men were released from the truck. Each man held a tone or relentlessness. Each man also was covered in hair. They had also put on more than the average man's weight. Some people would have referred these men as what is commonly known as 'bears' .
One of the men, honked the horn while getting the clipboard. While the other opened the gate to the back of the bed. This revealed a huge create made from mahogany wood. However, on the create where weird paper seals. Each paper seal was covered with holy marking's from a priest. It held what ever inside to stay inside. The man huffed and puffed as he picked up the crate and threw it on the ground as it was a piece of trash. It was said that when the crate hit, one possible could have heard a slight groan of pain.
These two ratchet beings waited for the owner of the household to come outside. They waited to hand him his new piece of property. "Dances are like flowers...x x x
...eventually they will all wither away...x x x
....but the beauty they once had....x x x
...will always be envied."x x x ░((ⓄⓄⒸ: ((I suck at entry post >.< I will get better once we start ^^))░
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 2:23 am
 Keigo Wraven ▽△▽△▽△▽△▽△▽△▽△ Theme Song
" Well now, do you expect a tip?" Fat chance of that, dropping his things so roughly.. Standing behind the shorter of the pair he leaned over, resting his elbow upon the man's shoulder as he asked his question in a deceptively friendly tone.. Nothing in his posture or expression hinting at how tempted he was to grab a few strands of the man's hair and pluck them until he apologized. However punishment was in order.. and with nimble fingers he easily fished the man's wallet from his pocket with his free hand, sliding the leather billfold between the edges of his shirt for later study. It wasn't that he wanted the money, or the wallet itself.. Keigo just enjoyed the fact that later the man would be in a panic looking for it.
Keigo had slipped around the front gate just about the time the vehicle had pulled in, following a whim to see what the strange van was doing on his land.. honestly he'd all but forgotten about this delivery, and yet the moment his gaze fell upon the discarded crate something along the lines of 'satisfaction' could be witnessed in his expression. Until, of course, that faint moan slid from its confines.. Stepping around the pair the man placed himself between the crate and the delivery men smoothly, arms folding over his chest as he leaned his hip against the wood in a possessive manner.. Watching his 'guests' with a rather regal indifference. " I may be tempted, gentleman.. If you apologize to my new Crate for the rough treatment." Otherwise, well.. They would be leaving empty handed. He'd already paid directly from his account when he ordered this 'surprise'.. These men were just tools used for the delivery. (( You did well, do not worry. ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 9:20 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Az r a e l Ri l u k a ┣
LOADING PLEASE WAIT...... ████████████████] 99% xx₪xxThe "Cursed" Onexx₪xx"The Demonic Flute"xx₪xx"The Dancing Assassin"xx₪xx"The Dancing Demon"xx₪xx"The Child Prodigy" "We are just ordinary people driven to revenge...x x x
...in the name of "Justice"x x x
....then that "Justice" breeds yet more revenge....x x x
...this then forms a chain of Madness."x x x The bigger man of the two would slightly huff to himself. He was probably getting to thinking 'what a barbaric inclination.' While the other one was a bit startled at Keigo's sudden appearance. They would slowly both look at each other with the same emotional expression.
The smaller one of the two as well as the one who beknownst to himself; had his wallet stolen. He would at Keigo and say "I am sorry" with a hint of sarcasm within his tone. Honestly, both of these men did not care for what laid inside the package.
The bigger one of the two handed Keigo a clipboard, he then proceeded to tell him, "Just please sign at the bottom line. Then we will leave." It was true both of these men could use the tip, Keigo had offered however they were not going to bend to his will to get one. Theyhad many other deliveries to get to.
All they wanted was for Keigo to sign so they can leave the premises. "Dances are like flowers...x x x
...eventually they will all wither away...x x x
....but the beauty they once had....x x x
...will always be envied."x x x ░((ⓄⓄⒸ: ((^^))░
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 2:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 9:50 pm
I am fine with it if Kyo is, what profile would you like to use so we can figure out how this will work into the story?
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 1:13 am
Keigo Wraven ▽△▽△▽△▽△▽△▽△▽△ Theme Song
Studying the taller of the men with a side-long stare the Master of the house did not seem overly impressed.. or interested for that matter. Mocking or no, the squat man had apologized all the same. These figures were bland and really, while he had teased them, the pair didn't give fun reactions at all. A pity, he could have made them squirm a bit more..
With a neat flick Keigo took the pen offered and scrawled a bold, chaotic signature across the line marked to legally claim the box that was his and tossed the clipboard towards the delivery men absently.. the writing a elegant mess that perfectly matched its owner. In his mind the men were already gone, having lost his attention as he leaned his hip against the Crate again and folded his arms over his chest as though simply waiting.. as if testing how the creature inside was reacting to the situation. For a long moment he heard nothing but the departure of his 'guests', the old van creaking as it escaped his home.. Something only the oblivious managed to do. Finally Keigo stirred.. asking in a light tone. " Well now, should I let you out Azrael?" Ah yes, it was coming back to him.. Azreal Riluka, a strange slave that had sounded very entertaining. With luck his other odd prize would arrive soon as well..
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 2:16 am
Aching from the long trip being sedated and locked in a box with only a few of holes for air, Mario was woken up by the bumps from the road.What kind of sicko am I being taken to this time?He thought. Mario had spent the last half month making friends with another slave from the Slave market where he was being kept captive until a new Master chose him to replace his old one.
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 11:23 pm
Ummmmm are y'all gonna reply??? crying
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 8:54 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Az r a e l Ri l u k a ┣
LOADING PLEASE WAIT...... ████████████████] 99% xx₪xxThe "Cursed" Onexx₪xx"The Demonic Flute"xx₪xx"The Dancing Assassin"xx₪xx"The Dancing Demon"xx₪xx"The Child Prodigy" "We are just ordinary people driven to revenge...x x x
...in the name of "Justice"x x x
....then that "Justice" breeds yet more revenge....x x x
...this then forms a chain of Madness."x x x
Inside the crate the being that was being revealed for the first time. His blue tinted hair. His unique study of clothing. In which represented more if an English era. His style of clothing was flowy. He had been forced to dress in his formal clothing. His attire was that of a weird persona. His skin would be reconciled as white as the full moon. His left eye was covered by a blue rose. The boy's eye that was showing was filled with despair, terror, as well as anger. The boy's eyes were as blue as his hair. The crate he had been stuffed into was cramp. He had remembered how those two brutes shoved him inside this crate without remorse or regret. They had broken his right leg and left arm. If it weren't for his demon blood that corsed through his veins, he would still be in shambles. However, thanks to his demon blood his injuries had acquired a new healed state. Azrael would shift himself slightly in the box. He then would hear a voice spoken towards him. Azrael only saw this as a taunt towards himself. His emotional state was slowly retruting from it's peak. He could not help but to think to himself, "Damn them all...what does he want with me....If he is weak, I will have to kill him...if he is strong, I will have to abide his every whim."
The boy's mind slowly drowning itself in isolation. Slowly but surely. The darkness inside the create felt as if it where coiling the implacable fingers around Azrael. The boy then brought his knees to his chest and clasped his arms around his knees. He then burrowed his head into the peak of his knees to form a sitting up feudal position. He waited and as he waited, Azrael drowned in a sea of his own isolation.
"Dances are like flowers...x x x
...eventually they will all wither away...x x x
....but the beauty they once had....x x x
...will always be envied."x x x ░((ⓄⓄⒸ: ((^^))░
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